Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 5, Episode 23 - Angels and Devils - full transcript
Wracked by fear and self-doubt after Amita's abduction, Charlie must somehow focus when she reaches out to him in order to save her before it's too late.
("Sniper at the Gates of Heaven"
by The Black Angels playing)
(Amita screams, Charlie grunts)
Charlie!
Charlie!
Amita! No! No, let me go! No!
Charlie, help me!
(Amita screams)
(vehicle door closes)
(tires squeal) AMITA: Charlie!
(phone rings)
Hey, buddy.
Blue Jeep...
tinted windows...
The license plate
had an "A-3-3."
Where are you?
Cal Sci parking lot.
They took Amita.
Blue Jeep. What? Are you safe?
Tinted windows.
Charlie?!
Liz, roll campus security,
LAPD and a medic
to Charlie's parking spot.
And also put out an alert on
a blue Jeep, tinted windows,
partial plate A-33.
Just roll.
I want sheriff, every
aerial in the sky.
Just empty out the damn office
and wake up
anyone who isn't here.
(tires screeching)
♪ How old will you be
when they finally help you? ♪
WOMAN (over radio): Kidnapping
suspects are in a blue Jeep.
Partial plate: Adam-33.
(siren chirping)
♪ Don't stop movin',
they're right behind you... ♪
(garbled radio transmission)
Hey. DON: Hey.
Hey, what's going on?
Okay, okay, just relax.
I've got the whole office on it.
Did you find her?
What can you tell me?
There were two of them.
They were dressed in black,
uh, masks.
One of them was
definitely a woman.
They hit me.
They hit me with the
butt of a gun, I think.
Did they say anything? No.
Did you get any sense that maybe
you knew them? No, I called you
while they were leaving.
Given the time frame,
the probability of a
successful area search...
LAPD's in pursuit.
All right.
(sirens wailing)
(tires squealing)
(sirens wailing)
Don, this is Colby.
We're intercepting the
pursuit at Hill and 12th.
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
(alarm blaring)
(tires screech)
Amita!
No! No!
I wanted to see her.
You should have let me see her.
We don't know
if she was in the
car for sure, Charlie.
Let's just get you home, okay?
I'm not going home!
I'm going to the FBI!
I'm gonna find out
what happened.
If anyone responsible
for this is out there,
I'm gonna find them! Come here.
Just sit tight for
right now, okay?
(garbled radio transmission)
(sighs)
We got two bodies in
the car, both female.
Beyond that,
it's a morgue question.
They had time to get
Amita out of the car
before LAPD spotted 'em.
Or one of them
could have gotten out.
The techs say the explosive
was acetone peroxide,
highly volatile.
You bump it or
burn it, it goes off.
DAVID: They call
it "Mother of Satan."
It could be domestic
terrorists, maybe.
Yeah, a car bomb fits
a lot of M.O.s.
Why Amita?
ALAN: Hey, Charlie...
We got to get some
coffee before we start.
Before we start what?
Should he be here?
Stay close, all right?
Don, do we know?
No, nothing for sure.
Okay. Any assistance I can offer
either with the case
or anything else...
Subject one, female Caucasian
based on skin samples
grafted to her clothing.
20s, 182 pounds, give or take.
Definitely not Amita.
Subject two, also female, 20s,
skin sample inconclusive.
Three-months pregnant.
Not Professor Ramanujan.
The right radius has
markings of a shotgun wound
one or two months old.
So unless Professor Ramanujan
has been out duck hunting
with an ex-vice president...
Got it.
I've got partial
fingerprints on subject two,
and I'm running them both
through DNA databases.
Hey, Charlie.
Hey.
Okay, she wasn't in the Jeep.
Sure?
Liz just called
from the coroner.
Okay, she wasn't in
the Jeep. She, uh...
Okay, if she's...
if she's not, uh,
then...
We got a fingerprint hit
off of one of the bodies:
It's Irma Rydell.
She has a rap sheet in Iowa:
burglaries, drugs, assault.
DON: Look familiar?
Maybe a student?
I've never seen her
before. You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Why did she kidnap Amita?
Well, we're working on that,
Charlie, but I just need
you to focus here, okay?
Focus, okay. We know
Amita was grabbed
at Cal Sci here at
10:48 from your call.
LAPD picked up the Jeep
here at 12:17.
NIKKI: That's almost 90
minutes to travel 15 miles.
At night, no traffic, we're
talking half hour max.
So they made a stop.
At least one.
DON: Come on, buddy.
This tells us
something, I know it.
What do you think, Charlie?
Path minimization or...?
Um...
There's not enough
bias for flight and evasion.
It's, it's the same with any...
It's the same with
any Eulerian circuit.
Look...
So the police set up
these roadblocks when?
NIKKI: We were
scrambling off Charlie's call.
Figure a few patrol
cars in the area,
five, ten minutes
to get some more people,
another five for aviation.
You know, the mathematician
John Conway proposed a challenge
called the "angel problem"
in which an angel stands in the
middle of an infinite chessboard
while devils attempt
to block her way.
Now, the angel moves
at a defined rate
from square to square,
but every time she makes a
move, another devil appears
and attempts to
block her movement,
finally winning when the angel
has no square left to land on.
Now, there are strategies
by which this angel
can play indefinitely
and others where the
devils are able to stop her.
This is roughly analogous
to your cordons and
your roadblocks...
We're the devils?
For the purposes of this
particular game theory.
An adaptation of the
problem might infer
probable routes that our
angel... Our kidnapper...
Could have taken.
Can you do it without Charlie?
Yeah. I mean, I
don't see why not.
I have rather
always fancied myself
more as a Mycroft
than a Dr. Watson.
You know, I'm not one of
those who always needs
to be running and jumping
and kicking in doors
or anything, but...
Really.
It just seems like we're
wasting our time out here
when we could be, you know...
Kicking in a few doors?
EDGERTON: Before you do,
you might want to check this out.
Same boots,
heavy in the toes
like he was squatting.
Staked her office out three
different days, I'd guess.
Better bag those.
Good to see you, too,
Edgerton.
What are they?
Eh, beats the hell out of me,
but he's been leaving them
at the last few crime scenes.
You want to tell us
who he is?
Been tracking Mason
Duryea from Oklahoma.
Prison shrink called him
a manipulative sociopath.
I'd go with crazy,
violent and smart.
Irma Rydell.
As soon as your prints
hit AFIS, I knew my job
connected up with
yours. Why is that?
Rydell's husband did time
with him in Huntsville.
Duryea killed the husband,
seduced the wife,
and they hit the road together.
I'm pretty sure your
second Jane Doe
is going to be Katie Forman,
a runaway from Barstow.
Told her parents
that Duryea knocked her up.
She's the reason
I jumped his trail
to L.A. in the first place.
He sends his pregnant
girlfriend out driving around
in a car full of explosives?
They're all his girlfriends.
These are just
the ones I've ID'd.
Two others were
arrested trying to rob
a bank in Montana.
Runaways, drug addicts,
part-time whores...
All female,
all impressionable.
Amita doesn't profile
as any of that.
They call themselves a tribe.
Spout half-assed
social revolutionary crap
to justify burglary-murders,
arsons, robberies.
LIZ: And the acetone peroxide?
I'd say he's got
some new ambitions.
Trail went cold two months ago.
Katie Forman was
my first new lead.
CHARLIE: What does
he want with Amita?
(sighs)
I don't know, Professor.
(panting): Please, if you could
just tell me what it is that you want.
I want you to be quiet.
Quiet is important.
You have to make
room for his words.
And we don't need to
tell you not to run, do we?
AMITA: I think you
have the wrong person.
Seriously, I didn't do anything.
I think you have
the wrong person.
I told you to shut up. Please.
No, no, please, no, please.
(squeals) Go.
(women giggling)
Hello, Amita.
Do I look at you or
look at the camera?
MAN: Just look at me.
Who are you?
MAN: The court has appointed...
DURYEA: The court? Not my court.
Your court, your rules.
Not my rules.
This isn't about sanity.
This is about good and evil.
If a man knows what
he's doing, he's evil.
If he doesn't,
it's not his fault.
Is a coyote insane
because it eats your poodle?
IQ of 155.
Goes to jail a small-time thief,
self-educates on
Nietzsche, Ayn Rand,
Charles Manson.
The women Edgerton
arrested refer to him as
a "political martyr" and a
"spiritual freedom fighter."
Yeah, fighting for what?
You're looking for ways
to... to put me on the cross.
The Pharisees thought
Jesus was crazy... man.
They're gonna crucify me, too.
Just you wait and see.
The Federal Pharisees
hunt me for bureaucratic sport.
They try to label me,
call me... insane.
Semantics of a society
that props up the weak
and gelds the strong.
You're looking at me.
You're looking through me.
You're wondering why
you're still alive...
why I stretched out my
arm through time and space
and flexed my
mighty, mighty hand
and tapped you into service.
You're wondering.
Why Amita?
I'm dialed into the gestalt...
and you are the gestalt.
Blogs, Web sites.
She got herself a profile
in Wired magazine.
You're the one that
exposed that computer
that pretended to be human.
No, no, no, no, that wasn't
me. That was somebody else.
You spoke at DEFCON.
A maiden queen
among the hackers...
the outlaws.
(sniffles)
I am a math professor.
You were.
Henceforth,
you are to be my
binary messenger.
(crying)
(wind blowing) Do
you hear that sound?
You think that's the wind?
That's the hounds baying.
Now, I don't have much
time left, so why don't you...
sit your pretty ass down
at the computer
and you listen to me
real, real careful. (sniffles)
Well, actually, there
is no proven correlation
between... physical proximity
and promptness of result.
What?
It's not gonna go any
faster with you looking
over his shoulder.
Will it go any slower?
Uh, probably not.
Uh, where you going?
We...
are going to the field.
The field.
COLBY: So, Edgerton says
he's been leaving these
at the crime scenes.
Okay, uh...
maybe this is a notch
code of some kind,
um, used for keys or film...
For film? Or... Yeah.
Used for sheet film
to identify
brands or emulsions.
That's not likely, but...
they look... familiar.
Hey, man,
just, uh...
just let me know if you
find anything, okay?
CHARLIE: How many cases
have I helped with?
How many algorithms
have I pulled out of thin air
when I had to?
And now I've got nothing.
(phone rings)
Hello?
Here. No.
No, I haven't, I haven't
used my credit card today.
Well, then someone else must...
Here, let me take it.
Hello?
Yes.
(keyboard clicking)
Is that it?
AMITA: No.
I'm just testing the firewalls.
You know, what
you're asking me to do
is not a simple hack, okay?
There are files and programs
I need to even attempt
something like this.
You don't need to buy
time from me, Amita.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
I need you.
I am not lying to you.
I just want to do
what you want me to
do, and I want to go home.
Now, th-there's
a computer in my office.
If you could get that for me,
that could make this
whole thing go a lot faster.
You know, I read
a story one time...
about this Indian princess.
She gets herself kidnapped
by some demon king.
Ram and Sita. That's it.
Ram rescues Sita
with the help of Hanuman.
The Monkey King.
Well, here's the thing.
What if I'm the one
that rescued you
from the demon kingdom
of the two-car garage,
800 channels, freeway-bound,
state-supervised
petri dish they call
a free society and
make you eat it?
The story's over, princess.
You've been saved.
Let's see about this laptop.
Okay, this is our
fifth stop. All right,
the angel and devils problem
will only yield possible nodes
in places where the movement
and timing of the kidnappers
allows that Amita might
have been taken from
that first vehicle. This
is the best possibility yet.
Isolated, no streetlights...
Lot of places they
could be hiding her.
EDGERTON: Or places where
they had a second car waiting.
You always
got to make your
appearance like that?
People just don't seem
to notice me until I talk.
So I'm assuming your own process
brought you to this same spot.
Started backtracking the Jeep's
skid marks from the crash site.
NIKKI: Through downtown L.A.?
Tires on asphalt,
footprints in the
grass, same principle.
They were taking a
lot of hard corners...
Made it considerably easier.
I left the door open
around back... come on in.
LIZ: I don't like
what I'm seeing
inside this guy's head.
It's radiator fluid.
Something must've
been parked there a while.
EDGERTON: Four doors.
Maybe an Impala.
Tire tracks will not
be as easy to follow.
Here, check this out.
(sniffs)
Acetone peroxide.
A bomb lab. Figure
they didn't snatch
Dr. Ramanujan until
they were finished
with what they were
finished with in here.
LARRY: These parts.
EDGERTON: Yeah, I ran a
check... this place has been
in Chapter 11 for six months.
No one would have
known they were here.
Arms...
legs, heads.
No torsos.
You know, I'd really
like to meet that guy
who was using your
credit card number.
I mean, if you're going
to steal, why steal junk?
What? Yeah, a
clock and a teapot,
I can sort of get, but, uh,
who in Los Angeles is
going to need a snowboard?
And $275 for a snow globe?
Wrap me up in a prison
jumpsuit to define me,
wrap yourself up in a
suit and tie to define you.
Strip away the suit and tie,
don't think I don't
know what you are.
You're a dog...
sniffing through the
puke and garbage.
Hey, she's alive.
She's... she's
communicating with me.
What? There were
four fraudulent charges
that were made on my
credit card: a mantel clock.
Uh, it's the same exact one
I bought her for her birthday.
A brass stacking teapot set.
That was... that was her
parents' graduation gift to her.
A snow globe, a snowboard.
I bought those for
our trip to Colorado.
Okay, but I don't understand.
I don't know how
she's doing this exactly,
but there's no way
it's a coincidence.
She's talking to me.
These four things
are in her office.
She wants us to
watch her office.
COLBY: So, Amita talking
to Charlie in secret code.
What do you think? DAVID:
That, if I was in Charlie's place,
I would be grasping
at straws, too.
But, you know,
on the other hand...
Yeah.
You think that's what's
going on with Don, too?
I mean, he just keeps watching
Duryea's psych
interviews over and over.
You got to figure that
he's on to something.
(vehicle approaching)
Hey.
One o'clock.
Yeah, here we go.
Piper St. Joan.
(sighs)
Why do we ever waste any time
doubting Charlie?
FBI!
(gunfire)
She's dead.
So is your stooge.
She's as good as dead.
(keyboard clicking)
Going somewhere?
I have to go to the bathroom.
Uh-huh.
Audrey.
Show Amita to the bathroom.
And show her the way back, too.
You will have to kill me
before that ever happens.
A lot of things
happen before we die.
Off you go.
(door opening)
PIPER: Zombie with the gun.
Waiting for words
that will never come.
COLBY: You
mentioned that already.
In the car, during
processing, and in the elevator.
Mason says the devil
will come with credentials.
Mason tried to kill you.
Dallas tried to kill me.
She's always been jealous
of my position
at his right hand.
What was the laptop for?
Bitch asked for it.
I knew she was a bitch,
but Mason, he said no, she's,
she's a member of the tribe,
even if she hasn't
taken her place yet.
So, Mason makes mistakes.
They're all pieces.
And Mason sees
the pieces as a whole.
Bitch is as good as
dead when he finds out.
All right, the
"bitch" is my friend
and she has a name.
Mm.
Friend of a zombie with a gun.
There's a surprise.
I'm gonna take
a shot in the box.
No, no, no, no.
I want her to focus on Colby.
I just wish we had a
shortcut into her head.
We do.
His head.
DURYEA (on video):
Well, congratulations.
(claps)
(chuckles)
DON: Hey.
So?
I mean, it's going
to take some time.
Are you kidding me?
Are you?
We're doing everything we
can. I hope you know that.
I know if it was your girlfriend
out there, you would be doing...
Bouncing off the walls.
I'd be swinging at anything
that got in my way.
I'd be tearing down the city.
You don't think I haven't
put myself in your shoes
about every two minutes
since this happened?
I'm keeping a clear
head for you and Amita.
That's how we're
going to get her home.
Any luck with this stuff?
I've got a head
full of possibilities,
and I can't zero
in on a single one.
So, don't. Don't do
it. You don't have to.
Look, I've seen this happen
to you over and over again.
The stress gets
too close to home,
and you don't see
straight. You check out.
So, what do I do now?
Go to your gut.
So, they kidnap Amita, all
right, they bring her back to
their bomb lab. Full
of mannequin parts.
Yeah, they're packed
up here, moving on
to a probably
harder to find lab.
They hand off Amita.
Then try to dump the kidnap
vehicle because Duryea doesn't
want to leave the Jeep
here. And he doesn't want us
to know what he's up to.
In Gaza, they use
mannequins as booby traps.
Load them up with explosives,
sucker the soldiers in.
And no torsos.
It's like a puzzle
with the largest pieces missing.
He leaves wood
carvings at crime scenes,
kind of like limbs.
So, he wanted us to find this?
Or not.
Or he didn't care.
Let me ask you something.
Did you really pay $275
for a snow globe?
What?
Snow globe.
No, I paid ten bucks for it.
I bought it at a, uh...
I paid cash for it.
Three dollars for an
antique Indian tea set,
60 cents for a snowboard,
and my personal favorite,
28 cents for an art
deco mantel clock.
Farmers' American Credit says
that none of these
charges actually happened.
Amita hacked into their server
and wrote those charges
directly into your bill.
I think that she's working
on that level that you, her
and Larry do when the rest of us
are standing around
with our hands
in our pockets, waiting to be
pointed in the right direction.
So, come on.
Maybe when Larry gets back...
No, no, Charlie, she
is not talking to Larry.
She is talking to
you. Those things,
those are memories
about the two of you.
They're numbers.
And they don't
mean anything to me.
No? No.
Oh, my God.
It's a 32 bit IPv4 address.
IPv as in Internet?
Private network.
It's Amita's private network.
Oh, she's so amazing.
Come on, Charlie.
It's a mirror IP address.
She's letting us
watch what she's doing
in real time
right under his nose.
It's not drugged.
That glazed look on
your face is just love?
There's a lot of love here.
Tribal love.
The way men and
women are supposed to be.
DURYEA: You're part
of something big, Amita.
You just don't know it yet.
Once the message
is out, you'll see that.
You making progress, Amita?
Uh, uh, yeah, actually,
it's coming along.
Uh-huh?
Even without your laptop?
Do not make that mistake, Amita.
Just cause your zeros and
ones don't mean that much to me
doesn't mean I can't add.
Okay.
A betrayal was expected.
No, I... Part of the dance.
No, I didn't. I...
Well, how long has
it been now, Amita?
How long?
The hounds aren't baying yet.
Piper and Dallas, they're
in jail or they're dead.
No. No.
You don't know that. They
knew the price they'd have
to pay, and they took the risk
purely 'cause I asked them to.
That's the love of
the family, the tribe.
Okay.
And what I'm asking
you to do right now...
is eat.
Here.
Good.
It's all right.
(grunts)
(Amita crying)
I forgive you.
CHARLIE: She's
writing a cyber attack
on Farmers' American Credit's
main servers, which
is how she got to
my credit card
under Duryea's nose.
Because it looks
like what it was...
An attack on their firewalls.
DAVID: Can she really hack
Farmers' American Credit?
Probably not, no.
No, the IP address she sent
me sent me to a dummy Web site.
I think she wants me to
help her fake an attack.
DAVID: Techs are trying to
back trace from the address
to a server, but it
could take hours.
I mean, if they're stealing
Internet, we might not
even be able to get
more than a neighborhood.
Well, it's not about
the credit cards.
You know, that's
not who this guy is.
CHARLIE: Farmers'
American Credit
carries 15% of this
country's credit card debt.
Do you realize, if
one could get in...
It is a burr.
Larry, that's, uh, evidence.
LARRY: And
it is also a puzzle.
Six piece puzzles
date from the 1800s.
And when assembled,
they take the form
of a seed burr.
CHARLIE: Bill Cutler
proved that there are
25 possible notchable pieces
to make solid six-piece burrs,
and they can be assembled
314 ways.
Each burr is a key piece.
Now, you pull that out...
whole thing falls apart.
DAVID: Well, you said
Farmer" American Credit...
They have 15%
of the country's
credit card debt?
$451 billion.
Even a day or two off-line...
You could send tremors
through this economy.
The weak have to protect
themselves from the strong.
That's why you have
to take our teeth out,
crush our spirit.
That's the construct
you're serving.
Remove the weak link,
and the whole machine
breaks apart, and then...
only then can it truly
come together as a whole.
Mason ever talk
to you about these?
Sure he did.
I mean, everything he
says, he says over and over.
"Remove
"the weak link,
and the machine breaks apart."
You're the weak link.
He replaced you.
Amita is the new piece.
You lying,
pig-faced bastard!
He sent you
to get caught.
He sent you to betray him.
He will burn this place to
the ground to get me back!
He-he will... He will
scoop out your eyeballs
and spit in the sockets!
You don't get it.
I am the Pharisee.
Forked tongue! Forked tongue.
He left you behind
to lead me to him.
That is your
piece in the puzzle.
You think you're
going to save her?
You're not.
(chains clank)
But I'll send you into hell.
I'll draw you a map.
♪ ♪
(gunfire)
DON: Team one is taking fire
from the two side.
Team two, give me a sitrep here.
They got this side covered.
I guess Piper gave
us the right address.
Stand fast, everyone.
Guys, get a command
van set up out there.
(screams)
(shell casings clinking)
One down.
Mason,
they killed Hope.
Calm down. Remember the plan.
Everything like I told you.
AMITA: Plan?
It's over.
Oh, you think you
were picked at random?
You think your relationship
with the FBI was
some coincidence?
You wanted them to find me?
DURYEA: You don't make
history in the shadows, Amita.
You strike your definitive blow
in the coliseum
while the crowd
looks on and cheers.
We don't have much time.
If you can't destroy
the Farmers' American
Credit servers
before the doors fall...
you'll die along with us.
(gunshot)
♪ ♪
(gunfire)
(explosions)
Liz?
LIZ: No casualties.
And tell Edgerton he was
right about the dummies.
Looks like the yard
is booby-trapped
with these things.
DON: All right.
Fall back and wait for my next.
David, throw it.
(gunfire)
Do you hear that?
That's the sound of the
coliseum rising up around us.
It's almost time to
face down the lions.
(gunfire continues)
Ian?
They went for the throw phone.
They're also moving
more of those bombs
in front of the windows.
Mason.
Duryea is blocked
by a bomb and Amita.
Can't risk another shot.
All right.
We're covered on
all four quadrants.
Bomb squad's on its way.
Charlie?
The dummy site's almost up.
(phone ringing)
I've accepted your
phone, and I've
demonstrated my
position. All right, well,
I'd like to speak
to Dr. Ramanujan.
Yeah, she's a
bit busy right now.
All right, so how about
we talk about what you want?
I want 15 minutes.
What?
I said I want 15 minutes!
I am nowhere near ready.
You can't buy
time I'm not selling.
What do you think,
that this is a magic trick?
That I can just run my
fingers over a few keys
and crash one of the most
secure databases in the world?
All I know is you
got 15 minutes,
'cause that is all I gave you!
Now turn around
and get your fingers on these
keys before I break them off!
15 minutes. You think he's
going to blow himself up?
DON: No.
Not this guy. LARRY: Hey, Don,
the way he's arranged
the yard, it seems to me
it's almost like a burr puzzle.
Well, if it is a burr,
there is a key
piece. A safe route.
Here.
All right, Colby,
you're with me.
Nikki, you got the phone.
♪ ♪
(gunfire)
(gunfire continues)
WOMAN: They're right outside.
DURYEA: All right, load up.
Stand behind the bombs.
All right, hold your
fire, hold your fire.
(gun clicking)
Ian?
No shot.
Do it now.
CHARLIE: Trying to
anticipate Amita's programming.
Charlie, she is talking to you.
All I want to do is talk back.
Hey.
Hey, Nikki.
Hey, get Ian on the radio.
Hey, Ian.
CHARLIE: Okay.
Okay.
(beeping)
Is that it? Is it happening?
It's wiping out
everyone's accounts.
Can they stop it?
No.
All right, let them in.
What? We're done here.
Done? They're going to
take us to jail, separate us.
Jail is just the beginning.
What I done...
what I done is... is Madoff...
Enron, AIG
ten times over and
blood and thunder!
They're going to write
books, sing songs.
Hell, they'll make T-shirts.
AUDREY: Hope died for you.
Michelle died for you.
No, they died for
the message, Audrey.
AMITA: Yeah.
The message on T-shirts.
(gun clicks, computer
warbles and beeps)
(panting)
(gunshot)
(groans)
(shell clanking)
(gunshot)
DON (muffled): Amita.
Amita.
You okay, sweetie? You hit?
Stay right here.
DON: Huh, huh?
Come here, I got
you, there you go.
You all right? AMITA:
Yeah, I'm okay.
(handcuffs clicking)
My book will be called
Two Days with a
Computer Illiterate!
DON: All right.
Thanks, Don.
♪ ♪
DAVID: You know
when you get that feeling
that you've been up so long
you can't remember
how to be tired?
I think it's going to
come right back to me.
I feel so energized.
I mean, contrasted
with a discipline
where results are measured
in microns and light years,
there's just such
immediacy to this work.
On the good days.
LIZ: To the good days.
Hey, papers are on
your desk, Mini-Don.
I'm out. Are you
guys grabbing a beer?
Give me five minutes
to get changed. Yeah...
Um... no.
COLBY: That one,
I did not see coming.
LIZ: I know.
I always thought he
had his eyes on you.
(laughter)
Okay. While I'm
completely comfortable
with that line of humor...
LARRY: You're
expressing said comfort
with a novel shade of crimson.
(laughter)
DON: What a week.
ALAN: Yeah... what a year.
You get stabbed.
Charlie gets shot at.
You both nearly lose your jobs.
And if I was to
inventory it, it...
you got your train crashes,
your escaped convicts,
your serial killers,
bank robbers.
"People work so hard at
living, they forget how to live."
Talmud? (chuckling): No.
Gary Cooper,
Mr. Deeds Goes to Town.
Talmud's got some good
stuff, too, though. Yeah.
You know, after I got hurt...
I started wondering about...
the-the whole spiritual journey.
Was it just a joke
with a bad punch line?
You know, God's way of
telling me he doesn't exist?
So, what did you decide?
I don't know if you ever decide.
I went back to work.
Charlie needed me and...
Robin, David, Colby.
Amita needed me. Yeah.
And Nikki always needs
someone looking out after her.
(chuckling)
People need me.
And sometimes I forget that.
Then, life reminds me.
You know why Amita's alive?
'Cause you picked
up Charlie's phone,
talked to some
credit card company.
I was just... doing what I do.
Yeah, being there.
That's exactly what
I'm trying to say.
Whatever God is...
I'm pretty sure it's in how
we're there for each other.
AMITA: You know,
all I could think about...
all I knew is that
you would find me.
Well, you believed
in me more than I
believed in myself.
Yeah, well, that's how
it's supposed to be.
You know what
this... this whole year
has made crystal clear to me?
You have no idea what your life
is going to look like
five years from now,
or one year from now,
or a week.
It all turns on a dime.
And the things that matter...
♪ When things start
splitting at the seams... ♪
you don't want to turn around
and realize you've lost them...
while you were waiting.
♪ And now... ♪
You know I love you so much.
I love you, too.
♪ And now it's
tumbling down... ♪
Amita...
♪ Hard... ♪
will you marry me?
♪ And no one ♪
♪ Is ever gonna love
you more than I do ♪
♪ No one's gonna love
you more than I do. ♪
by The Black Angels playing)
(Amita screams, Charlie grunts)
Charlie!
Charlie!
Amita! No! No, let me go! No!
Charlie, help me!
(Amita screams)
(vehicle door closes)
(tires squeal) AMITA: Charlie!
(phone rings)
Hey, buddy.
Blue Jeep...
tinted windows...
The license plate
had an "A-3-3."
Where are you?
Cal Sci parking lot.
They took Amita.
Blue Jeep. What? Are you safe?
Tinted windows.
Charlie?!
Liz, roll campus security,
LAPD and a medic
to Charlie's parking spot.
And also put out an alert on
a blue Jeep, tinted windows,
partial plate A-33.
Just roll.
I want sheriff, every
aerial in the sky.
Just empty out the damn office
and wake up
anyone who isn't here.
(tires screeching)
♪ How old will you be
when they finally help you? ♪
WOMAN (over radio): Kidnapping
suspects are in a blue Jeep.
Partial plate: Adam-33.
(siren chirping)
♪ Don't stop movin',
they're right behind you... ♪
(garbled radio transmission)
Hey. DON: Hey.
Hey, what's going on?
Okay, okay, just relax.
I've got the whole office on it.
Did you find her?
What can you tell me?
There were two of them.
They were dressed in black,
uh, masks.
One of them was
definitely a woman.
They hit me.
They hit me with the
butt of a gun, I think.
Did they say anything? No.
Did you get any sense that maybe
you knew them? No, I called you
while they were leaving.
Given the time frame,
the probability of a
successful area search...
LAPD's in pursuit.
All right.
(sirens wailing)
(tires squealing)
(sirens wailing)
Don, this is Colby.
We're intercepting the
pursuit at Hill and 12th.
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
(alarm blaring)
(tires screech)
Amita!
No! No!
I wanted to see her.
You should have let me see her.
We don't know
if she was in the
car for sure, Charlie.
Let's just get you home, okay?
I'm not going home!
I'm going to the FBI!
I'm gonna find out
what happened.
If anyone responsible
for this is out there,
I'm gonna find them! Come here.
Just sit tight for
right now, okay?
(garbled radio transmission)
(sighs)
We got two bodies in
the car, both female.
Beyond that,
it's a morgue question.
They had time to get
Amita out of the car
before LAPD spotted 'em.
Or one of them
could have gotten out.
The techs say the explosive
was acetone peroxide,
highly volatile.
You bump it or
burn it, it goes off.
DAVID: They call
it "Mother of Satan."
It could be domestic
terrorists, maybe.
Yeah, a car bomb fits
a lot of M.O.s.
Why Amita?
ALAN: Hey, Charlie...
We got to get some
coffee before we start.
Before we start what?
Should he be here?
Stay close, all right?
Don, do we know?
No, nothing for sure.
Okay. Any assistance I can offer
either with the case
or anything else...
Subject one, female Caucasian
based on skin samples
grafted to her clothing.
20s, 182 pounds, give or take.
Definitely not Amita.
Subject two, also female, 20s,
skin sample inconclusive.
Three-months pregnant.
Not Professor Ramanujan.
The right radius has
markings of a shotgun wound
one or two months old.
So unless Professor Ramanujan
has been out duck hunting
with an ex-vice president...
Got it.
I've got partial
fingerprints on subject two,
and I'm running them both
through DNA databases.
Hey, Charlie.
Hey.
Okay, she wasn't in the Jeep.
Sure?
Liz just called
from the coroner.
Okay, she wasn't in
the Jeep. She, uh...
Okay, if she's...
if she's not, uh,
then...
We got a fingerprint hit
off of one of the bodies:
It's Irma Rydell.
She has a rap sheet in Iowa:
burglaries, drugs, assault.
DON: Look familiar?
Maybe a student?
I've never seen her
before. You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Why did she kidnap Amita?
Well, we're working on that,
Charlie, but I just need
you to focus here, okay?
Focus, okay. We know
Amita was grabbed
at Cal Sci here at
10:48 from your call.
LAPD picked up the Jeep
here at 12:17.
NIKKI: That's almost 90
minutes to travel 15 miles.
At night, no traffic, we're
talking half hour max.
So they made a stop.
At least one.
DON: Come on, buddy.
This tells us
something, I know it.
What do you think, Charlie?
Path minimization or...?
Um...
There's not enough
bias for flight and evasion.
It's, it's the same with any...
It's the same with
any Eulerian circuit.
Look...
So the police set up
these roadblocks when?
NIKKI: We were
scrambling off Charlie's call.
Figure a few patrol
cars in the area,
five, ten minutes
to get some more people,
another five for aviation.
You know, the mathematician
John Conway proposed a challenge
called the "angel problem"
in which an angel stands in the
middle of an infinite chessboard
while devils attempt
to block her way.
Now, the angel moves
at a defined rate
from square to square,
but every time she makes a
move, another devil appears
and attempts to
block her movement,
finally winning when the angel
has no square left to land on.
Now, there are strategies
by which this angel
can play indefinitely
and others where the
devils are able to stop her.
This is roughly analogous
to your cordons and
your roadblocks...
We're the devils?
For the purposes of this
particular game theory.
An adaptation of the
problem might infer
probable routes that our
angel... Our kidnapper...
Could have taken.
Can you do it without Charlie?
Yeah. I mean, I
don't see why not.
I have rather
always fancied myself
more as a Mycroft
than a Dr. Watson.
You know, I'm not one of
those who always needs
to be running and jumping
and kicking in doors
or anything, but...
Really.
It just seems like we're
wasting our time out here
when we could be, you know...
Kicking in a few doors?
EDGERTON: Before you do,
you might want to check this out.
Same boots,
heavy in the toes
like he was squatting.
Staked her office out three
different days, I'd guess.
Better bag those.
Good to see you, too,
Edgerton.
What are they?
Eh, beats the hell out of me,
but he's been leaving them
at the last few crime scenes.
You want to tell us
who he is?
Been tracking Mason
Duryea from Oklahoma.
Prison shrink called him
a manipulative sociopath.
I'd go with crazy,
violent and smart.
Irma Rydell.
As soon as your prints
hit AFIS, I knew my job
connected up with
yours. Why is that?
Rydell's husband did time
with him in Huntsville.
Duryea killed the husband,
seduced the wife,
and they hit the road together.
I'm pretty sure your
second Jane Doe
is going to be Katie Forman,
a runaway from Barstow.
Told her parents
that Duryea knocked her up.
She's the reason
I jumped his trail
to L.A. in the first place.
He sends his pregnant
girlfriend out driving around
in a car full of explosives?
They're all his girlfriends.
These are just
the ones I've ID'd.
Two others were
arrested trying to rob
a bank in Montana.
Runaways, drug addicts,
part-time whores...
All female,
all impressionable.
Amita doesn't profile
as any of that.
They call themselves a tribe.
Spout half-assed
social revolutionary crap
to justify burglary-murders,
arsons, robberies.
LIZ: And the acetone peroxide?
I'd say he's got
some new ambitions.
Trail went cold two months ago.
Katie Forman was
my first new lead.
CHARLIE: What does
he want with Amita?
(sighs)
I don't know, Professor.
(panting): Please, if you could
just tell me what it is that you want.
I want you to be quiet.
Quiet is important.
You have to make
room for his words.
And we don't need to
tell you not to run, do we?
AMITA: I think you
have the wrong person.
Seriously, I didn't do anything.
I think you have
the wrong person.
I told you to shut up. Please.
No, no, please, no, please.
(squeals) Go.
(women giggling)
Hello, Amita.
Do I look at you or
look at the camera?
MAN: Just look at me.
Who are you?
MAN: The court has appointed...
DURYEA: The court? Not my court.
Your court, your rules.
Not my rules.
This isn't about sanity.
This is about good and evil.
If a man knows what
he's doing, he's evil.
If he doesn't,
it's not his fault.
Is a coyote insane
because it eats your poodle?
IQ of 155.
Goes to jail a small-time thief,
self-educates on
Nietzsche, Ayn Rand,
Charles Manson.
The women Edgerton
arrested refer to him as
a "political martyr" and a
"spiritual freedom fighter."
Yeah, fighting for what?
You're looking for ways
to... to put me on the cross.
The Pharisees thought
Jesus was crazy... man.
They're gonna crucify me, too.
Just you wait and see.
The Federal Pharisees
hunt me for bureaucratic sport.
They try to label me,
call me... insane.
Semantics of a society
that props up the weak
and gelds the strong.
You're looking at me.
You're looking through me.
You're wondering why
you're still alive...
why I stretched out my
arm through time and space
and flexed my
mighty, mighty hand
and tapped you into service.
You're wondering.
Why Amita?
I'm dialed into the gestalt...
and you are the gestalt.
Blogs, Web sites.
She got herself a profile
in Wired magazine.
You're the one that
exposed that computer
that pretended to be human.
No, no, no, no, that wasn't
me. That was somebody else.
You spoke at DEFCON.
A maiden queen
among the hackers...
the outlaws.
(sniffles)
I am a math professor.
You were.
Henceforth,
you are to be my
binary messenger.
(crying)
(wind blowing) Do
you hear that sound?
You think that's the wind?
That's the hounds baying.
Now, I don't have much
time left, so why don't you...
sit your pretty ass down
at the computer
and you listen to me
real, real careful. (sniffles)
Well, actually, there
is no proven correlation
between... physical proximity
and promptness of result.
What?
It's not gonna go any
faster with you looking
over his shoulder.
Will it go any slower?
Uh, probably not.
Uh, where you going?
We...
are going to the field.
The field.
COLBY: So, Edgerton says
he's been leaving these
at the crime scenes.
Okay, uh...
maybe this is a notch
code of some kind,
um, used for keys or film...
For film? Or... Yeah.
Used for sheet film
to identify
brands or emulsions.
That's not likely, but...
they look... familiar.
Hey, man,
just, uh...
just let me know if you
find anything, okay?
CHARLIE: How many cases
have I helped with?
How many algorithms
have I pulled out of thin air
when I had to?
And now I've got nothing.
(phone rings)
Hello?
Here. No.
No, I haven't, I haven't
used my credit card today.
Well, then someone else must...
Here, let me take it.
Hello?
Yes.
(keyboard clicking)
Is that it?
AMITA: No.
I'm just testing the firewalls.
You know, what
you're asking me to do
is not a simple hack, okay?
There are files and programs
I need to even attempt
something like this.
You don't need to buy
time from me, Amita.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
I need you.
I am not lying to you.
I just want to do
what you want me to
do, and I want to go home.
Now, th-there's
a computer in my office.
If you could get that for me,
that could make this
whole thing go a lot faster.
You know, I read
a story one time...
about this Indian princess.
She gets herself kidnapped
by some demon king.
Ram and Sita. That's it.
Ram rescues Sita
with the help of Hanuman.
The Monkey King.
Well, here's the thing.
What if I'm the one
that rescued you
from the demon kingdom
of the two-car garage,
800 channels, freeway-bound,
state-supervised
petri dish they call
a free society and
make you eat it?
The story's over, princess.
You've been saved.
Let's see about this laptop.
Okay, this is our
fifth stop. All right,
the angel and devils problem
will only yield possible nodes
in places where the movement
and timing of the kidnappers
allows that Amita might
have been taken from
that first vehicle. This
is the best possibility yet.
Isolated, no streetlights...
Lot of places they
could be hiding her.
EDGERTON: Or places where
they had a second car waiting.
You always
got to make your
appearance like that?
People just don't seem
to notice me until I talk.
So I'm assuming your own process
brought you to this same spot.
Started backtracking the Jeep's
skid marks from the crash site.
NIKKI: Through downtown L.A.?
Tires on asphalt,
footprints in the
grass, same principle.
They were taking a
lot of hard corners...
Made it considerably easier.
I left the door open
around back... come on in.
LIZ: I don't like
what I'm seeing
inside this guy's head.
It's radiator fluid.
Something must've
been parked there a while.
EDGERTON: Four doors.
Maybe an Impala.
Tire tracks will not
be as easy to follow.
Here, check this out.
(sniffs)
Acetone peroxide.
A bomb lab. Figure
they didn't snatch
Dr. Ramanujan until
they were finished
with what they were
finished with in here.
LARRY: These parts.
EDGERTON: Yeah, I ran a
check... this place has been
in Chapter 11 for six months.
No one would have
known they were here.
Arms...
legs, heads.
No torsos.
You know, I'd really
like to meet that guy
who was using your
credit card number.
I mean, if you're going
to steal, why steal junk?
What? Yeah, a
clock and a teapot,
I can sort of get, but, uh,
who in Los Angeles is
going to need a snowboard?
And $275 for a snow globe?
Wrap me up in a prison
jumpsuit to define me,
wrap yourself up in a
suit and tie to define you.
Strip away the suit and tie,
don't think I don't
know what you are.
You're a dog...
sniffing through the
puke and garbage.
Hey, she's alive.
She's... she's
communicating with me.
What? There were
four fraudulent charges
that were made on my
credit card: a mantel clock.
Uh, it's the same exact one
I bought her for her birthday.
A brass stacking teapot set.
That was... that was her
parents' graduation gift to her.
A snow globe, a snowboard.
I bought those for
our trip to Colorado.
Okay, but I don't understand.
I don't know how
she's doing this exactly,
but there's no way
it's a coincidence.
She's talking to me.
These four things
are in her office.
She wants us to
watch her office.
COLBY: So, Amita talking
to Charlie in secret code.
What do you think? DAVID:
That, if I was in Charlie's place,
I would be grasping
at straws, too.
But, you know,
on the other hand...
Yeah.
You think that's what's
going on with Don, too?
I mean, he just keeps watching
Duryea's psych
interviews over and over.
You got to figure that
he's on to something.
(vehicle approaching)
Hey.
One o'clock.
Yeah, here we go.
Piper St. Joan.
(sighs)
Why do we ever waste any time
doubting Charlie?
FBI!
(gunfire)
She's dead.
So is your stooge.
She's as good as dead.
(keyboard clicking)
Going somewhere?
I have to go to the bathroom.
Uh-huh.
Audrey.
Show Amita to the bathroom.
And show her the way back, too.
You will have to kill me
before that ever happens.
A lot of things
happen before we die.
Off you go.
(door opening)
PIPER: Zombie with the gun.
Waiting for words
that will never come.
COLBY: You
mentioned that already.
In the car, during
processing, and in the elevator.
Mason says the devil
will come with credentials.
Mason tried to kill you.
Dallas tried to kill me.
She's always been jealous
of my position
at his right hand.
What was the laptop for?
Bitch asked for it.
I knew she was a bitch,
but Mason, he said no, she's,
she's a member of the tribe,
even if she hasn't
taken her place yet.
So, Mason makes mistakes.
They're all pieces.
And Mason sees
the pieces as a whole.
Bitch is as good as
dead when he finds out.
All right, the
"bitch" is my friend
and she has a name.
Mm.
Friend of a zombie with a gun.
There's a surprise.
I'm gonna take
a shot in the box.
No, no, no, no.
I want her to focus on Colby.
I just wish we had a
shortcut into her head.
We do.
His head.
DURYEA (on video):
Well, congratulations.
(claps)
(chuckles)
DON: Hey.
So?
I mean, it's going
to take some time.
Are you kidding me?
Are you?
We're doing everything we
can. I hope you know that.
I know if it was your girlfriend
out there, you would be doing...
Bouncing off the walls.
I'd be swinging at anything
that got in my way.
I'd be tearing down the city.
You don't think I haven't
put myself in your shoes
about every two minutes
since this happened?
I'm keeping a clear
head for you and Amita.
That's how we're
going to get her home.
Any luck with this stuff?
I've got a head
full of possibilities,
and I can't zero
in on a single one.
So, don't. Don't do
it. You don't have to.
Look, I've seen this happen
to you over and over again.
The stress gets
too close to home,
and you don't see
straight. You check out.
So, what do I do now?
Go to your gut.
So, they kidnap Amita, all
right, they bring her back to
their bomb lab. Full
of mannequin parts.
Yeah, they're packed
up here, moving on
to a probably
harder to find lab.
They hand off Amita.
Then try to dump the kidnap
vehicle because Duryea doesn't
want to leave the Jeep
here. And he doesn't want us
to know what he's up to.
In Gaza, they use
mannequins as booby traps.
Load them up with explosives,
sucker the soldiers in.
And no torsos.
It's like a puzzle
with the largest pieces missing.
He leaves wood
carvings at crime scenes,
kind of like limbs.
So, he wanted us to find this?
Or not.
Or he didn't care.
Let me ask you something.
Did you really pay $275
for a snow globe?
What?
Snow globe.
No, I paid ten bucks for it.
I bought it at a, uh...
I paid cash for it.
Three dollars for an
antique Indian tea set,
60 cents for a snowboard,
and my personal favorite,
28 cents for an art
deco mantel clock.
Farmers' American Credit says
that none of these
charges actually happened.
Amita hacked into their server
and wrote those charges
directly into your bill.
I think that she's working
on that level that you, her
and Larry do when the rest of us
are standing around
with our hands
in our pockets, waiting to be
pointed in the right direction.
So, come on.
Maybe when Larry gets back...
No, no, Charlie, she
is not talking to Larry.
She is talking to
you. Those things,
those are memories
about the two of you.
They're numbers.
And they don't
mean anything to me.
No? No.
Oh, my God.
It's a 32 bit IPv4 address.
IPv as in Internet?
Private network.
It's Amita's private network.
Oh, she's so amazing.
Come on, Charlie.
It's a mirror IP address.
She's letting us
watch what she's doing
in real time
right under his nose.
It's not drugged.
That glazed look on
your face is just love?
There's a lot of love here.
Tribal love.
The way men and
women are supposed to be.
DURYEA: You're part
of something big, Amita.
You just don't know it yet.
Once the message
is out, you'll see that.
You making progress, Amita?
Uh, uh, yeah, actually,
it's coming along.
Uh-huh?
Even without your laptop?
Do not make that mistake, Amita.
Just cause your zeros and
ones don't mean that much to me
doesn't mean I can't add.
Okay.
A betrayal was expected.
No, I... Part of the dance.
No, I didn't. I...
Well, how long has
it been now, Amita?
How long?
The hounds aren't baying yet.
Piper and Dallas, they're
in jail or they're dead.
No. No.
You don't know that. They
knew the price they'd have
to pay, and they took the risk
purely 'cause I asked them to.
That's the love of
the family, the tribe.
Okay.
And what I'm asking
you to do right now...
is eat.
Here.
Good.
It's all right.
(grunts)
(Amita crying)
I forgive you.
CHARLIE: She's
writing a cyber attack
on Farmers' American Credit's
main servers, which
is how she got to
my credit card
under Duryea's nose.
Because it looks
like what it was...
An attack on their firewalls.
DAVID: Can she really hack
Farmers' American Credit?
Probably not, no.
No, the IP address she sent
me sent me to a dummy Web site.
I think she wants me to
help her fake an attack.
DAVID: Techs are trying to
back trace from the address
to a server, but it
could take hours.
I mean, if they're stealing
Internet, we might not
even be able to get
more than a neighborhood.
Well, it's not about
the credit cards.
You know, that's
not who this guy is.
CHARLIE: Farmers'
American Credit
carries 15% of this
country's credit card debt.
Do you realize, if
one could get in...
It is a burr.
Larry, that's, uh, evidence.
LARRY: And
it is also a puzzle.
Six piece puzzles
date from the 1800s.
And when assembled,
they take the form
of a seed burr.
CHARLIE: Bill Cutler
proved that there are
25 possible notchable pieces
to make solid six-piece burrs,
and they can be assembled
314 ways.
Each burr is a key piece.
Now, you pull that out...
whole thing falls apart.
DAVID: Well, you said
Farmer" American Credit...
They have 15%
of the country's
credit card debt?
$451 billion.
Even a day or two off-line...
You could send tremors
through this economy.
The weak have to protect
themselves from the strong.
That's why you have
to take our teeth out,
crush our spirit.
That's the construct
you're serving.
Remove the weak link,
and the whole machine
breaks apart, and then...
only then can it truly
come together as a whole.
Mason ever talk
to you about these?
Sure he did.
I mean, everything he
says, he says over and over.
"Remove
"the weak link,
and the machine breaks apart."
You're the weak link.
He replaced you.
Amita is the new piece.
You lying,
pig-faced bastard!
He sent you
to get caught.
He sent you to betray him.
He will burn this place to
the ground to get me back!
He-he will... He will
scoop out your eyeballs
and spit in the sockets!
You don't get it.
I am the Pharisee.
Forked tongue! Forked tongue.
He left you behind
to lead me to him.
That is your
piece in the puzzle.
You think you're
going to save her?
You're not.
(chains clank)
But I'll send you into hell.
I'll draw you a map.
♪ ♪
(gunfire)
DON: Team one is taking fire
from the two side.
Team two, give me a sitrep here.
They got this side covered.
I guess Piper gave
us the right address.
Stand fast, everyone.
Guys, get a command
van set up out there.
(screams)
(shell casings clinking)
One down.
Mason,
they killed Hope.
Calm down. Remember the plan.
Everything like I told you.
AMITA: Plan?
It's over.
Oh, you think you
were picked at random?
You think your relationship
with the FBI was
some coincidence?
You wanted them to find me?
DURYEA: You don't make
history in the shadows, Amita.
You strike your definitive blow
in the coliseum
while the crowd
looks on and cheers.
We don't have much time.
If you can't destroy
the Farmers' American
Credit servers
before the doors fall...
you'll die along with us.
(gunshot)
♪ ♪
(gunfire)
(explosions)
Liz?
LIZ: No casualties.
And tell Edgerton he was
right about the dummies.
Looks like the yard
is booby-trapped
with these things.
DON: All right.
Fall back and wait for my next.
David, throw it.
(gunfire)
Do you hear that?
That's the sound of the
coliseum rising up around us.
It's almost time to
face down the lions.
(gunfire continues)
Ian?
They went for the throw phone.
They're also moving
more of those bombs
in front of the windows.
Mason.
Duryea is blocked
by a bomb and Amita.
Can't risk another shot.
All right.
We're covered on
all four quadrants.
Bomb squad's on its way.
Charlie?
The dummy site's almost up.
(phone ringing)
I've accepted your
phone, and I've
demonstrated my
position. All right, well,
I'd like to speak
to Dr. Ramanujan.
Yeah, she's a
bit busy right now.
All right, so how about
we talk about what you want?
I want 15 minutes.
What?
I said I want 15 minutes!
I am nowhere near ready.
You can't buy
time I'm not selling.
What do you think,
that this is a magic trick?
That I can just run my
fingers over a few keys
and crash one of the most
secure databases in the world?
All I know is you
got 15 minutes,
'cause that is all I gave you!
Now turn around
and get your fingers on these
keys before I break them off!
15 minutes. You think he's
going to blow himself up?
DON: No.
Not this guy. LARRY: Hey, Don,
the way he's arranged
the yard, it seems to me
it's almost like a burr puzzle.
Well, if it is a burr,
there is a key
piece. A safe route.
Here.
All right, Colby,
you're with me.
Nikki, you got the phone.
♪ ♪
(gunfire)
(gunfire continues)
WOMAN: They're right outside.
DURYEA: All right, load up.
Stand behind the bombs.
All right, hold your
fire, hold your fire.
(gun clicking)
Ian?
No shot.
Do it now.
CHARLIE: Trying to
anticipate Amita's programming.
Charlie, she is talking to you.
All I want to do is talk back.
Hey.
Hey, Nikki.
Hey, get Ian on the radio.
Hey, Ian.
CHARLIE: Okay.
Okay.
(beeping)
Is that it? Is it happening?
It's wiping out
everyone's accounts.
Can they stop it?
No.
All right, let them in.
What? We're done here.
Done? They're going to
take us to jail, separate us.
Jail is just the beginning.
What I done...
what I done is... is Madoff...
Enron, AIG
ten times over and
blood and thunder!
They're going to write
books, sing songs.
Hell, they'll make T-shirts.
AUDREY: Hope died for you.
Michelle died for you.
No, they died for
the message, Audrey.
AMITA: Yeah.
The message on T-shirts.
(gun clicks, computer
warbles and beeps)
(panting)
(gunshot)
(groans)
(shell clanking)
(gunshot)
DON (muffled): Amita.
Amita.
You okay, sweetie? You hit?
Stay right here.
DON: Huh, huh?
Come here, I got
you, there you go.
You all right? AMITA:
Yeah, I'm okay.
(handcuffs clicking)
My book will be called
Two Days with a
Computer Illiterate!
DON: All right.
Thanks, Don.
♪ ♪
DAVID: You know
when you get that feeling
that you've been up so long
you can't remember
how to be tired?
I think it's going to
come right back to me.
I feel so energized.
I mean, contrasted
with a discipline
where results are measured
in microns and light years,
there's just such
immediacy to this work.
On the good days.
LIZ: To the good days.
Hey, papers are on
your desk, Mini-Don.
I'm out. Are you
guys grabbing a beer?
Give me five minutes
to get changed. Yeah...
Um... no.
COLBY: That one,
I did not see coming.
LIZ: I know.
I always thought he
had his eyes on you.
(laughter)
Okay. While I'm
completely comfortable
with that line of humor...
LARRY: You're
expressing said comfort
with a novel shade of crimson.
(laughter)
DON: What a week.
ALAN: Yeah... what a year.
You get stabbed.
Charlie gets shot at.
You both nearly lose your jobs.
And if I was to
inventory it, it...
you got your train crashes,
your escaped convicts,
your serial killers,
bank robbers.
"People work so hard at
living, they forget how to live."
Talmud? (chuckling): No.
Gary Cooper,
Mr. Deeds Goes to Town.
Talmud's got some good
stuff, too, though. Yeah.
You know, after I got hurt...
I started wondering about...
the-the whole spiritual journey.
Was it just a joke
with a bad punch line?
You know, God's way of
telling me he doesn't exist?
So, what did you decide?
I don't know if you ever decide.
I went back to work.
Charlie needed me and...
Robin, David, Colby.
Amita needed me. Yeah.
And Nikki always needs
someone looking out after her.
(chuckling)
People need me.
And sometimes I forget that.
Then, life reminds me.
You know why Amita's alive?
'Cause you picked
up Charlie's phone,
talked to some
credit card company.
I was just... doing what I do.
Yeah, being there.
That's exactly what
I'm trying to say.
Whatever God is...
I'm pretty sure it's in how
we're there for each other.
AMITA: You know,
all I could think about...
all I knew is that
you would find me.
Well, you believed
in me more than I
believed in myself.
Yeah, well, that's how
it's supposed to be.
You know what
this... this whole year
has made crystal clear to me?
You have no idea what your life
is going to look like
five years from now,
or one year from now,
or a week.
It all turns on a dime.
And the things that matter...
♪ When things start
splitting at the seams... ♪
you don't want to turn around
and realize you've lost them...
while you were waiting.
♪ And now... ♪
You know I love you so much.
I love you, too.
♪ And now it's
tumbling down... ♪
Amita...
♪ Hard... ♪
will you marry me?
♪ And no one ♪
♪ Is ever gonna love
you more than I do ♪
♪ No one's gonna love
you more than I do. ♪